Fire potato

a potato on fire rolls down the hill,
in the darkness of night sky, it is a shooting star.
what is there to lose, when we are already losing to ever faster speed of time.
better to rock and roll, bumping into things
and cracking things open, such as your heart,
so that it will shed all the dirty residues
and shine as the purest gem.

it hurts, it’s supposed to hurt.
don’t let go of that grip of your grit
and get on with it. see things for yourself.
good things are out there.

11.13.2021

Apology

yes, my emotions is like color black,
worn off of cool blue, dreamy green,
energetic orange, outrageous red,
it bears the color black like wounds.

there are blind spots to color black
I forget some people don’t have black
when I touch them, it sizzles like
a white A4 paper touching leaflets of
stove fire

yes, it’s a self-pity
yes, I need to get over it already
yes, though I do apologize to you.

10.9.2021

Burn

It burns. It hurts. And it won’t stop.
like dynamite tip lit on unceasing spark
silently it continues its way down the spine

long submerged questions surface:
‘why did you leave’ – I wonder.
‘you don’t have it’ – I admit.
‘you don’t deserve’ -yes, yes. I know.

I thought I had spent enough tears
to mourn for youthful soul

perhaps I outlived my deadline.
perhaps this is a sign.

It’s been so cold. It’s been so bitter.
Perhaps I was long gone already,
just hoping for more.
Perhaps now is the time to let go.

It’s been a good run, no regret about it.
Now, leave while the going is good.

9.26.2021

Last one

The last one to leave is the one that bears the responsibility of the memory

You are the last shift at night cleaning up and closing the store for the next day

And when that next day comes, people will come to you asking, so how did it end? How did it go?

You might try your best to let them relive the moment, or you might not.

But don’t blame the ones who leave.

I am sure they had a good, honest, sincere reason to leave. Perhaps it was a serene calling.

And perhaps there is someone staring at your back, as you get up to leave this place too.

And I am sure, you will be remembered.

9.6.2021

Solace

When I woke up in the morning,

At the core of a petite bulb of candle light,

I reminisced the last day I saw you smile.

When I rode my bike,

I thought I saw a familiar figure swiftly brushing by in my periphery

that I mistook the Autumn air as your scent breezing by my face

When I read your essay scribbled on my tablet,

I felt my face warmly smiling,

A cozy sunset seemed to be taking a repose in my chest

How glad am I to have found you again.

9.4.2021

Foolish Brandish

You point your fingers at those who wave the flag at the topic of the mountain for all to see.

Poignantly, and supposedly wisely, you mutter yourself, “a real man wouldn’t waver their glory for all to see”

But that acerbic teeth clenching tells me there’s an acrimonious shadow brewing

Just for a moment to peak to strike at the chance to gain it all for yourself

So have you ever cared to notice

That the man’s mind is filled with nothing but remnants of what he dreamed for?

Empty your mind, and get busy working.

8.29.2021

Voice

Rise up, I say. Hell with the images. Today we rebel.

Fire in my head clears my vision, burning foggy chirps of sloppy excuses and fear.

It’s time to stir up some magic, I’d say; times is to be earned, grasped with coarse hands, squeezed like the milky juice of lemons.

Dare, once again, before swiveling up the guards against the storm to ride the tide and seize the moment of your dream.

The day is still bright, the air is breathable. Take your moment, or get busy giving it away.

8.23.2021